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The Walking Dead | Accepting | @mercybloomed​​

“You know I hate interviews.” Brock tossed a crumpled up ball of paper at her.”Thought I did well considering.”

“This is becoming a common occurrence.” Brock replied as she slid herself onto his lap, pushing his chair away from his desk where so happened to be working. Well, trying to work now that Thera walked in. “Ya know, the whole keeping this under wraps thing doesn’t work if you keep doin’ this.” He teased, adjusting his own position to make it easier on the both of them. 

The feel of her fingers run along the back of his neck and head, grazing over his short hair, was a welcomed sensation. His head tilted up, looking Thera in the eye as he spoke. His words no doubt a surprise, being romantic wasn’t exactly his strong suit but this moment he couldn’t help but let it out.  “Oh I was thinkin’ someone like me.” He answered, eyes locked with her’s as he spoke. “What do ya say?”

Well, he didn’t expect to learn that. He’d think as the Winter Solider’s handler at one point he would have known his DNA was being used for something. Granted, how could he remember when HYDRA messed with his own mind and body? He’d circle back to that later, they had other pressing concerns. Now they had to go dark, tactical signs being the only means of communication as they infiltrated the base. Brock answered back with the appropriate sign and soon followed behind. Of course he knew saving the assets was a plus but his main objective was blowing this place off the map and in the end it worked out he had an ally in this whole mess. 

“Gratitude.” Crixus answered with a slow nod towards the other. “It is a hope I long for, to bring Naevia to freedom there once Rome falls.” Both had the same goal, to end Rome and free those who were crushed under its heel. Once that was done, well he wasn’t exactly thinking that far ahead but the idea of starting a family in Gaul did come to mind every now and then. His thoughts were brief, focused on listening to what the medicus had to say. Crixus did wish to learn where this new member come from and how he found himself in Spartacus’ camp. “And we freed you from your Dominus.” 

“Still hurt?” He questioned, a tilt of his head given. That question wasn’t because of concern, he knew better than that. Instead, it seemed more like a test. “No it doesn’t hurt.” He grumbled out a bit as he straightened his trench coat. “I heal fast.” But she knew that. His brow furrowed as hands moved to his side, claws ever present. He never tried to hide them, long enough to always keep him ready for whatever circumstances came his way. “You plannin’ on fixin’ that?” He asked, tempted to extend the claws on his hands almost as a show.